Chapter 22

“Ryker,”

“Are you expecting anyone?” he sounded terribly annoyed, and I didn’t know why.

I remained stiff against the seat, not even turning around to see him, although that was what I badly wanted to do at the moment. “What are you doing inside my car?”

I heard him scoff and click his tongue, dragging his scolding tone near my ear. “Where are you going?”

“You don’t answer my quest—” I gasped sharply. “Ryker!” Suddenly, his greedy hand was inside my hoodie, and squeezed my breast through my bra, making me hold my breath for seconds in surprise. Inclining, I felt his breath against my earlobe, causing a shiver to run down my spine and straight to my core.

“I asked you first.” He drawled his word, flicking his tongue in the shell of my ear, forcing my breath to catch in my throat. “Don’t answer my question with questions.” His tone said it all. But shoot me, I wasn’t scared. My body’s reactions were even more frightening. Frustration and desire were welling up inside me. He always had a